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Fun House, Wherehouse, Their House / When the Journaling is Over

Memory is indeed a funny thing. As I read the journals I noticed that it was the narrative I tell myself when I reminisce about those days. It was weird. I did get really spooked after that Halloween night. My life did take a different direction after I left the warehouse job. Here I am on the cusp of my marriage.  Up until now the real events of the Halloween “concert” alluded me. Now not just marriage but with a bonus child coming seven months later. Sure I had only seriously dated the woman for eight months before this. Four months before I decided to commit and stopped fucking the other two women in my life.  But she fooled me. She stopped taking her birth control pills without telling me two months before. She said she did not have the money. But she made a good living.  Since we had for all intents and purposes living together these past few months I might question her expenses. Other than keeping her tiny studio apartment I estimated them to be minimal. But I am a f

Happy Valentines Day Cupids and Cupidettes

Ribbons Buttons Bows and Cupid Janine was more than a handful. Yet I never wasted a bit of her. That is the best description I can give of her breasts. Numbers are not for me. Janine was comfortably fluffy. A soft, well turned out sales rep at our company. Even at twenty four the office speculation was baby fat, well dressed, and well out of my league. Her perfect heart shaped behind often well camouflaged by the long boxy coat of her prim business suit. It was the height of fashion at the time. It also hide her remarkably thin waist that was belied by the generous cleavage above the blouses worn under said coat. But it was her power sell uniform. Her hair was black and pushed high in the air bringing her closer to god. Once achieving such lofty heights it cascaded with great dispatch to beyond her soft shoulders while making curtains for a face as pretty as could be on their way down. Fleshy dimpled cheeks surrounded a knowing smile that brought irresistible dimples to bear. A hi

Forest for the Trees

Cynthia I watched greedily as she went full emerald on me. The slight green bra of a small breasted woman. Scanty verdant panties strategic enough to cover my svelte lovers gap, while revealing a generous amount of curvaceous derriere. Leafy garter belt to support the intrigue of flimsy grassy stockings. I studied the shadows as they embraced her, while aware of the pleasure the removal of said forest hued splendor would bring me. It was immaterial whether she or I would be doing the disrobing. The way I was feeling now it would be more a frenzied ripping. She rolled a stocking up slowly one outstretched alabaster leg. The stockings were a delight and I knew would be of a fabric that was soft on my ears as her thighs would caress them later that night. Red nails on her fingers answered her lips and hair harmoniously. Smoothing stocking at the top of her thigh, she traced a red fingernail across the emerald green pantie that covered her sweet swale.

A Shiver Runs Through Me

Gentlemen prefer blondes. I was no gentleman. I  had spent years pursuing the ultimate blonde goddess. Long flowing blond hair. Straight. Curly. But long haired cascading beyond the shoulders. Flowing locks. I was a slave to this vision. My head was on a pivot and if a blond went buy, like a magnet I would follow the blond tresses. I was brunette blind. Oh dear when I think of the women, even the ones bold enough to make obvious overtures, whose attentions I shunned due to hair pigmentation, au natural or not, it gives me the shivers. So when this dark eyed, short cropped, black haired beauty knelt between my thighs, and slowly began to unbuckle, unzip, and de-pants me my eyes were transfixed upon her. I had watched her as she stood before me. She started with the buttons on her blouse as her brown eyes held me in their spell. I practically started drooling when the buttons were low enough and the blouse parted enough to show cleavage of  heavenly design and proportions. Sh

Throat Clearing

She took my cock out of her mouth and rolled on her back. Judy begged me to fuck her tits. She coaxed me by pushing them together, engulfing me in a circulating ravine of fleshy wonder. Almost there transported by a thoroughly lovely breast pumping she changed her mind and I again found my prick piercing her lips repeatedly bouncing into the back of her yielding throat. The only pause came when she moaned, "Fuck my pretty face. Fuck my face with your cock." I did.